My cousin from the city came to the farm one summer and was going to help mom butcher the chickens. Well if anyone has never butchered a chicken it is a sight to behold and not very fun. I have not butchered chickens since I got old enough to say "no".
My mom gathered the roosters and the chopping block, my cousin grabbed the chicken and held it down and CHOP! Off came the head and blood squirted and my cousin yelled and let go of the chicken. Blood was flying, the chicken was flapping it its wings and running around. By accident everywhere Joe (not the real name) went the rooster went that direction. As you know the running around doesn't last long but Joe was sure that the chicken was after him for holding him down for mom to chop his head off. Joe never would even go outside after that on chicken killing days and had nightmares for ages about the chicken going to get him.
My last chickens I raised I gave all the roosters away when they got frying age to my friend with the understanding she caught them and took them when I was not home and killed them at her house. I decided years ago I would rather hunt animals with a camera. I know someone has to kill the animals but it is not going to be me. I will help butcher them but not kill them. I should be a vegetarian but afraid I still like meat
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